I envy people who can fall asleep. It probably doesn't help my sleeping issues when I stand out on my patio in my tank top and knickers trying to figure out who the drug dealer in my hood is wondering if they have anything that will help me sleep.

My sister was kind enough to educate me about shoes on a telephone wire.

My precious makes a very good rub for steak. Many thanks to curious_cynic for the idea. My kids loved it and my boy gave me some love for making him such a nice dinner.

I had a discussion with my son last night and we both agreed that the hardest part about moving from San Diego to Seattle is not the weather. It's waking up and coming home in the dark. Getting up for me was never a problem, however, sleeping in was never something I could do down in SoCal. It's now reversed and I'm left wondering what I can do to change that. Part of me misses my mornings of solitude.

This is the first time I have seen snow since 1990 and it is my son's first time seeing snow ever! He's very excited. He's outside playing in it right now.

I wanted to go for Christmas but I don't think it's going to happen unless I go by myself. I may do that or stay home and watch porn instead. Decisions, decisions...

Are very expensive but my options are limited. I can either rent an SUV with 4WD or buy the spiders. The cost of renting an SUV for two days will run me between $450 - $500 and the cost of the spike spiders is $445 plus installation. The fuckers get me coming and going.

I'm turning the heat on. My son has asked me to help him pick clothes out for tomorrow. He has agreed to wear pants *gasp*

I have spent my morning cooking, baking and prepping for tomorrow. Two batches of cookies, pies, cranberries are done. I need to make the stuffing next but it will have to wait until I go to the doctor for my follow up appointment.

Thanksgiving is a holiday that always makes me feel a little melancholy. It was nine years ago that my mother had her auto accident and it was discovered that she had a brain tumor. My last Thanksgiving with my mother was spent at the hospital after she had brain surgery. Thanksgiving has never felt the same since. I spend it with friends and family, however, it has changed. I was tempted to call it off this year as it is just myself and my son. That would be selfish on my part. He deserves his holidays so I am going to slave over the stove and prepare a huge meal for us. What am I doing with the leftovers? It will surely feed us for a week.

Cheers to Cynthia Jean

I hate it when I have the feeling I have been lied to.

It has been far too long since I shopped at a DSW store. The Designer Shoe Whorehouse is now open at Northgate Mall. I am so excited, I just can't hide it. I about to loose control and I think I like it.

The paper today gave out tips on cyberstalking and new places for me to check out. I was so excited, I stalked myself. It turns up I am one year younger according to these sites and still living in San Diego. Shows you what they know.

The site that really tickled my funny bone is www.dontdatehimgirl.com

I have to admit to spending some time on this site reviewing all the profiles of men posted by the women who have dated them. I ran across an old coworker on this site and I have to confess that I think the woman did an excellent job describing what a colossal douche bag he is. I would have to say the common thread about all the men on this site is that they are womanizers. It makes me wonder why women bother with men at all. Andy Rooney summed it up long ago when women became wise to the saying, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" the response was, "why buy the pig for a little sausage?" I love Andy Rooney.

I have to go and make my shopping list for turkey day. I told Karla she had to come over and get me off my sorry ass to go to the grocery store otherwise I was calling Thanksgiving off.

My son is notorious for finding his Christmas presents ahead of time. This year is no exception. I thought I had the perfect hiding spot. He had no reason to go in there but he was on mission to find a book. Gawdammit. He found the Ipod and is really excited. He knows it's for him because I had it engraved. duh.

I was planning on giving it to him early for his trip to San Diego but I really wanted it to be a surprise. B-U-M-M-E-R. I have been informed I am the coolest mom ever. It's not that often that he appreciates how good I am to him but when it hits him, he is the sweetest thing.

I kind of like the new nano and would not mind it myself. It's small, sleek and sexy unlike my big mac daddy one.

He still doesn't know about the Guitar Hero III game pack complete with the two guitar controllers I ordered. It's not even on his list but all the cool kids are playing it. We must have it so we can be complete dorks. Muwahahaha.

In other news, I have decided I waited for two whole hours after taking my vicodin and can now enjoy a dirty martini made properly now that I have all the ingredients thanks to curious_cynic. I think it's funny that a few short hours ago I was concerned about mixing my vitamin d tablets with my vicodin. I am smrt.

Gevalia sent me a free sample of coffee. Being a coffee whore I am not one to turn away a free gift of coffee. The problem is, the sample they sent me is so small I won't be able to brew a proper pot of coffee the way I like it. How do they expect to sell me their product with such a small packet of grounds that would surely brew me a cup of watered down coffee?

No Sale.

I was reading a rag magazine in the doctors office today and Naomi Campbell picked a size 8 woman to represent the "Plus" size gals on her stupid show that I will never watch. As a card carrying member of the 5-7-9 club, I resent the implication that I am on the large size. I can only imagine how other women feel who are actually in the plus sizes. It's a dirty trick when they use thin women to model clothes for women of size.

Women have enough hang ups about their weight without a supermodel declaring a size 8 is on the chunky size. Fuck Naomi. This is not a good look for women.

Here's an interesting time lapse of the fires from one of UCSD's research stations.



Flash video of some of the fires in San Diego County
as seen by the HPWREN research camera on Lyons Peak, October 21

to October 28, 2007.

http://archive.hpwren.ucsd.edu/Fires/20071021-20071028_LP/iqeye11.swf

I don't know how to post a link so you will have to suffer.

I am not a stellar parent. I have never attended a PTA meeting, volunteered on a regular basis at my children's school and I have spoiled them. It shows. I have been the sole provider and caretaker. They have everything they need and most wants are covered. They never lacked for love and attention.

One of Tyler's new friends came over last weekend and I was surprised that the parent didn't even want to meet me. She also failed to teach her son his phone number and/or address. He was good enough to provide me with his mothers name in case of emergency. Tyler has a good time playing with this boy and he is not disrespectful to me.

It's Tyler's birthday today and he wanted him to come over and play. I told him that was fine. The boy calls this morning and asks to speak to Tyler. I handed him the phone and they made their plans. A few minutes later my son walks into my bedroom and tells me his friend is coming over at 1:30 today. I am okay with that. It was handled properly. My son then drops the bomb. "Oh, he's bringing his sister." I heard the needle on the record player scratch the entire album. WTF???? The mother doesn't even have the common decency to call me herself and ask me if that is acceptable. What is wrong with people? Do I have sucker written across my forehead and why do people take continuously take advantage of me?

My birthday weekend sucks and I am having a do-over.